Curiosity killed me

Every night I doze off in my sofa while watching TV . If luck is on my side somedays , am tapped by a phone call , and thats when I remember to head for my bed. Other times, I sleep off and probably wake up about four hours later in the night. And that’s when I enter my bed.
All this reminds me of the freedom I once over exploited as a child.

As a child , I always slept off in the sofa as I watched TV , but I always found myself in my bed the next morning. Not even once did I ever wonder or even ask about who ever carries me to bed. The habit grew with me till when I was around eight.
Mummy always sent me to bed the second started dozing because really at eight years i must have been heavy , given I was well fed.

One night as curiosity could have it , I pretended to be dead asleep so I could find out who carries me to bed , and how they carry me. After a few minutes , I heard mother call out my name to  confirm if I was really asleep. Then after seconds of my silence , she then called out for anyone who was free to come and carry me to bed. Ooohhhh okay, this clearly meant I was carried by anyone / everyone . But who was to carry me tonight???
I stiffened myself as i got carried . As we went through the corridor , I slowly opened my eyes and too bad they met with the eyes of whoever was carrying me. This was funny , I laughed and next thing I knew ,I was on my feet and being shouted at ” Walk to your room”.
This was the last day I ever enjoyed that and since then, even in my deepest sleep, I would be told to wake up, and walk to my room.

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